In the early 90's I was deer hunting down south in Georgia and heard thunder on a warm winter day. The sky got dark and I decided to get down out of the tree stand and hike to camp. Myself and the other two hunters decided to go to town for supper. While in town a tornado went through camp and tore big pine trees up all around our camper. We had to cut 4 or 5 trees just to get back into camp. Our camper just sustained a small hole in the roof( a small pine limb speared through it) and the awning was tore down. We packed up and got out of dodge. I can only imagine what would have happened had we stayed at camp. Later that night we heard that a person had been killed just up the road. That was a valuable leason to me about the weather.